Sans yawned, pointing at Edge. “uh… fuck.”
Razz scoffed, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Fuck? Or just ‘lie beneath’?”
“Who says he’d be on the bottom?” Edge asked, coolly.
Sans shot Edge a grin, before turning to Slim. “marry. and hey–married couples sometimes have kids, right?”
Slim blinked, heat rising to his cheekbones. “i-i suppose…”
“heh. sweet. guess we’re fucking too.”
Slim stared at Sans, his sockets slowly widening as his blush deepened. Sans winked, and Slim dipped his head, shrinking into his jacket–but Sans could see the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Razz sneered at his brother. “Oh, pull yourself together, mutt. It’s hypothetical.” Slim’s smile faded in an instant.
Sans looked between them, frowning. Stretching until his joints clicked, he eased himself off the couch, approaching Razz. “kill,” he said flatly, pressing his finger against Razz’s sternum. Razz seemed unfazed, so Sans leaned in to murmur, “keep talking, and i’ll make sure it isn’t hypothetical.”
Thank you! This one was great to write. Razz is loads of fun. From this F/M/K ask meme.
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